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That which we make for ourselves	By : magentasouth Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Tom Views: 38078 -:- Recommendations : 2 -:- Currently Reading : 2
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Chapter List
- 1-That which we make for ourselves
- 2-Ch 2
- 3-Ch 3
- 4-Ch 4
- 5-Ch 5
- 6-Ch 6
- 7-Ch 7
- 8-Ch 8
- 9-Ch 9
- 10-Ch 10
- 11-Ch 11
- 12-Ch 12
- 13-Ch 13
- 14-Ch 14
- 15-Ch 15
- 16-Ch 16
- 17-Ch 17
- 18-Ch 18
- 19-Ch 19
- 20-Ch 20
- 21-Ch 21
- 22-Ch 22
- 23-Ch 23
- 24-Ch 24
- 25-ch 25 - provisional
- 26-Ch 26
- 27-Ch 27
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Caed walked off in the wrong
direction when they left his room and Tom had to call him back

�This way.� Where are you going?!��

The boy frowned confused. �The..bathroom?�

Tom blinked at him bemused.�
�No.� We�re going to the
dungeons.� Come along.��

He smirked inwardly � if Caed only knew about the
bathroom entrance... he imagined the boy staring down into the darkness and
then flinging himself in typical Gryffindor fashion into the unknown.

They reached the dungeons in silence and he led them down
into the deeper levels, finally stopping beside the wall in which the entrance
was hidden.�

�There�s another way in.� Caed
said flatly, stating the obvious.�

Tom raised his eyebrow at him� �Do you think Slytherin himself
climbed up and down a filthy cistern?��

He turned to the wall and hissed softly� ::reveal the way::.�

A dark wooden door pressed itself up out of the stone blocks
of the wall as if rising out of water.�� He
grasped the handle for a moment, holding on as the metal pricked at his flesh
and tasted his blood.�

As always there was a long moment of indecision.� Sometimes it lasted longer than others.�

He wondered whether one day the door would decide he had too much muggle taint
and refuse him access.�

Today, however, it swung inward silently, exposing only
darkness.��

�Come on then� he muttered at the blonde who had moved
closer to him.�

Stepping into the darkness he felt it envelop him almost as
if passing a membrane into a denser substance.��

A moment later Caed walked into the back of him.

�Close the door � don�t
touch the handle.� He told him quietly.�

The blonde complied and then the darkness was complete.�

He felt the slight shudder of the floor that told him it was
moving down into the depths and turned, wrapping his arms around Caed, discovering with mild surprise that the other boy was
trembling.�

�Are you afraid?� he enquired curiously.�

There was no reply but Caed pressed closer and he
felt the boy�s arms wrap around him tightly.�

He allowed himself to drop his face against Caed�s
warm neck and relax.� This was better
than he usually felt when riding this moving floor down to the tunnel.�

After a minute or so there was a jolt that let him know that
they had reached the bottom.��

The first time he had found the door and had entered, he�d
almost walked over the edge of the platform in the darkness that brooked no
lumos and extinguished all torches.

Extricating himself from Caed�s
embrace he took the boy�s hand and led him in the direction he knew by
heart.� The hand in his own clenched
tightly as they walked and once Caed stumbled, but
caught himself.

�Why isn�t there any light?� he whispered as if in a church
or library.

Tom smiled.�

�It is another of Salazar�s precautions. Like the Slytherin entrance into Hogwarts
that I showed you once upstairs � the entire area is enchanted against flames
and light bearing spells.��

I am currently leading you along a narrow bridge over a deep chasm.� �

Caed gripped him more tightly but didn�t
reply.�

After a while he felt the slight change of surface beneath
his feet, the harder, regular texture of blocked stone rather than hewn and
turned in a sharp right angle to the left.�
Caed trailed after unquestioningly, holding on
for grim death.�

They walked a while longer in this direction and then Caed whispered �I think I prefer the other entrance.��

Tom snorted snidely. �Try to imagine being here alone..
having to discover the geography for the first time by
touch..

We are almost there.� The other way is
riskier.� Particularly since the blasted mudblood�s ghost haunts it.�

�There was no response.�

The texture underfoot changed again and their footfalls
echoed off walls that were much closer.�
Up ahead there was a faint greenish glow barely distinguishable from the
complete darkness all around.

�See.. up ahead is the
chamber� he reassured Caed absently. ��

Caed�s hand was cold and damp and
the closer they moved to the green shimmer, the tighter he gripped.��

Shaking him off as his hand was squeezed uncomfortably,
Tom muttered �You wished to come along.�
I�m not walking you back up now.�
Pull yourself together.��

He could see the greenish glow shimmering off the still pool now.� It emanated from the moss and stalactites
overhead in the chamber.� Drawing his
wand he swept it to the side imperiously and torches lit along the length of
the long hall.�

The absence of the second set of footfalls caused him to
stop and look back questioningly.

Caed had stopped and in the faint light thrown by the
torches he looked terrified.�

Sighing in infuriation he walked back and blocked the boy�s
field of vision with his body. �You are safe.�
I am with you� he said quietly.�
�Come now.��

Caed�s wide eyes darted about in panic that he was
trying, and failing, to control.

Tilting his head back and looking up in irritation Tom
stepped closer and wrapped Caed in his arms
again.�

The boy hesitated only a moment and then clung to him like a limpet to a rock.

�You were here last time too� Caed murmured
faintly.� �You set the basilisk on
me.��

Tom swallowed.� He was
going to have to summon the basilisk out of Slytherin�s head in order to gain
access to the library.� The antechamber
it rested in, in stasis, was too small to permit them to pass through into the
deeper corridors without removing it first.�
It was another of Salazar�s little barriers to invaders not of his
blood.

�I am not going to set it on you� he said softly next to Caed�s ear.�

�But.. I will have to call it out.��

The boy started to tremble even more violently in his arms and he felt him
shake his head frantically.�

Holding him more tightly, he shhhed, stroking Caed�s back in a manner
he Soped was calming.�

�I did try to leave you upstairs, you recall.�
Do not worry.� It will close its
eyes.� You will not be in any danger.� Come along now.�� He tried to pull away but Caed
gripped him tightly.

�Caed.. calm
yourself.�� He forced himself to soften
and stroke the boy�s hair.� Gently he
kissed him until he got a response.�

It took longer than he expected.�

He interspersed little teasing kisses with small steps,
moving them both by inches out into the large chamber until finally he stood
where he wanted to be.�

Caed had required more kisses for fewer steps the
further out they came into the damp torchlit
place.�

Holding the boy tightly he informed him �I�m going to call
it now.��

Caed nodded against his shoulder, burying
his face against him.� He pressed a light,
mildly irritated kiss to the blond head and raised his wand, pointing it at the
mouth of the great statue head of Salazar Slytherin.�

::Seshastra I summon
you.� Hear my voice.� I am Slytherin�s blood.� Rise and serve me, faithful guardian::�

There was a low gravelly grinding as the mouth of the statue
slid down, opening the door to the antechamber.�

::Close your eyes Seshastra.� Close
your eyes and come to me.::�

In his arms Caed clung
tighter.��

The nose of the basilisk emerged slowly from the black
shadows in the head.�

Tom lowered his eyes to look down at the pool.�
If the beast�s eyes were not closed at least the reflection would not
kill him outright.��

Not that Caed appeared to be in any state to remove
them both safely from the chamber.�

But the beast would obey. �It always
obeyed.� It smelled Slytherin�s
inheritance on him.. the
parseltongue made it obey.�

Every time he summoned it the tiny concern that it might not obey troubled him
at first.��

The great scaly beast drew itself out swiftly.� He saw in the water, before the basilisk
disturbed the smooth black reflective mirror surface, that its eyes were
closed.� The massive creature dragged
itself up out of the water on the stones next to him, resting its head
alongside Caed and himself.� He smiled at the deadly power so docile and
obedient.��

�Look Caed� he whispered against
the boy�s ear, unpeeling the boy�s arms from him with difficulty.

�I don�t want to� Caed said low.� Tom snorted. �Don�t be so daft now
please.� Look.� She�s not going to hurt you.��

He walked the two steps over to the massive head that reached above waist
height and stroked the cold shiny scales.�
The basilisk hissed softly in recognition �::My Lord::�

He trailed his fingers over the smaller leathery folds behind the creature�s
ear hole.

::Seshastra.� I must visit my ancestor�s library:: he informed it.�

Caed, who was standing with his
arms wrapped around himself and eyes screwed shut opened them a crack and
glanced at him standing by the basilisk.�

::Have you brought me this one as a
snack?:: the great beast hissed then.�

Caed took two steps away in panic, ripping his eyes
wide in fear.�

Tom looked at him disappointedly.� He
reacted very badly to the sound of
the serpent language it seemed.�

He saw Caed gulping and looking around as if for
another exit.�

::You are not hungry:: he informed
the basilisk.� ::I
gave you all those muggles only yesterday
morning.� You cannot physically have finished digesting them.::�

The basilisk emitted something that he knew was its equivalent
of a chuckle.

::This one is alive..
so much better.�
Bring me them alive next time.::�

He scratched it around the base of its horns.

::No.. this one is mine.. He is my precious.� You cannot eat him::�

He sighed grudgingly

::But I will try to leave some of the muggles alive
for you next time::�

The serpent opened its mouth in a toothy grin and thanked
him.�

Recognising that Caed was
apparently not going to thaw to the creature he drew his wand and summoned the
path up out of the water.�

Round pedestals raised themselves in a line between the stone edge they stood
upon and the mouth of the great statue.�
�Come along then, Caed� he said with a sigh
and stalked off toward the antechamber.�

Caed didn�t hesitate and almost crashed into him,
trying to follow so close behind.� �He glared at him over his shoulder briefly and
the boy backed off a half step.��

Inside he stepped through the ankle deep scales and crushed
bones to the corridor on the far side.�
It lit up with small green witch lights on the walls when he
approached.�

They walked past four or five doors before he turned and
opened one on the right, revealing an intimate little library.� Its walls were curved� and lined floor to ceiling with
books.� There was no fireplace but a desk
and chair stood in the centre of the room.�
Upon the desk there was a tall milky glass column that started to glow
softly and then increasingly brightly as he approached.�

He summoned a blank parchment from the desk and transfigured it into a chair,
placing it on the far side of the desk.�

�Sit.� Work.� he
instructed absently as he scanned the shelf he thought to find the notebook
in.�

Caed was looking around the room
curiously.� �What else is in here apart
from the library?� he asked.�

Tom smirked.

�Secrets.� It�s all in the name.� Work, Caed.��

The boy frowned and sat down, pulling out the shrunken books
from his pocket and dumping them on the side, and then pulling out the diary
with more anticipation and laying it in front of him.�

�No!� Tom chastised mildly.� �Leave him. �He will transcribe the text � as will I.� You�ll simply have to work on arithmancy or
charms in the meantime Caed.��

Spotting the notebook he pulled it out and flipped through
it to reassure himself that it was the one he had been
thinking of sharing.� It was.� There was very little of real magical value
in it.� It was all Slytherin�s private
thoughts.� He spoke at length about blood
purity.� Grindelwald
would like that.� It didn�t contain any
sensitive spells or potions information but held a few simple spells in parsel
of limited use.� One was quite good at
linking small items together so that whatever occurred with one occurred with
another.�

He frowned slightly and thought about this.�
Could the diary be linked with another book in such a way?� It would appear then that the horcrux were
writing in the other book but in fact there would be no etheric
link at all, merely a magical communication.�

Flicking through he found the spell
in question and sat down slowly in Salazar�s chair.� Ignoring Caed�s
sulky aggravated expression he pulled the diary to him and opened it, drawing
quill and ink quickly.

The linking spell?

I was thinking the very same thing.� It
seems like it might be of possible use if the diary were in danger of being
destroyed � however it would also prevent the real charms from guiding the
energy transfer.� It would prevent me
from resurrecting.

Yes... but I am still alive in Caed�s time.� I could keep the original and when the memory
Caed remembers has completed, I could give you a
victim under more controlled circumstances.�

Perhaps..

I do not think it is feasible.� The boy
said that a girl was possessed by the
diary.� That would be more difficult to
simulate.�

Tom looked up at Caed speculatively.�

�Caed.. I
want the memory of your dealings with the diary horcrux.��

The boy�s head flew up and he looked immediately concerned
once again.� �No!� you can�t have
it!� Tom.. you can�t go through my memories!� I won�t give them to you!� You�ll...upset time.��

Tom offered a wan smile. �Either you will give me the memories I want for Salazar�s
pensieve or I will take them by force from your mind.� If you force me to use legilimency � I will
look at far more than the memories I currently seek��

He had every intention of doing this anyway.. another day perhaps.. when he did not have quite so much to do. �

His legilimency abilities were still comparatively untrained.� It was a blunt instrument and difficult to wield.
�

He watched the anger, frustration
and despair fluctuate across the boy�s features.� Finally, visibly unhappy about it the boy
spat �I�ll tell you what you want to
know��

Tom frowned.� He wanted more than an
account.� He needed to see what Caed had seen. �

At that moment his thoughts were derailed as he felt the
terrible dizzying flutter from the right side of his chest that told him he was
being summoned.�

He gasped and struggled to open his robe and shirt wide enough to slip his hand
in and respond to the call in order to get the bastard to stop that
sensation.�

It stopped.�

He looked up again at Caed who was gaping in something
that was equal parts dismay and disgust. His wand hand itched to curse
him.� The boy, in so many things naive,
had obviously realised what his reaction had been about.�

�Shut that.� Get to
work.� Not a word!� he hissed poisonously
at him and turned back to the diary, scrawling quickly that he required the
translation as soon as possible.� Then he
turned to the notebook and parchment, beginning the laborious task of
transcribing the parsel by meaning or phonetics into english.� �

He could feel Caed continuing to look at him with that horrified
expression.� He had only completed two
lines when Caed demanded in a low voice �Tell me what
you agreed with him.��

He narrowed his eyes and looked up into the suddenly hard face of the pretty
blonde wizard.�

�No.� I should have left you
upstairs.� Be quiet and let me finish
this.� I�m sure you realise that I have
far less time to complete it now.��

Caed was not at all affected by
this.

�You asked me all about Grindelwald this
morning.� You�ve agreed to give him all
the information Dumbledore wants, haven�t you?!�
Are you insane?!.. you�re
going to change the timeline!!� You�re
going to destroy everything!� I thought
you were mental in my time but you�re way beyond mental.
You don�t just want to ruin the wizarding world � you want to ruin reality!!..��

Tom rubbed a hand over his face in irritation, sorely
tempted to use just a small obliviate.� Or a stupefy.. or at the least an incarcerous and silencing charm.�

�I am not changing
time.� What you remember happening will
probably still happen.� I will merely
assist Grindelwald to find a loophole in recorded
events.� As I will
assist my own diary horcrux to do the same.��

He sighed long sufferingly

�Caed.. He wouldn�t have
given me any information on Dumbledore without it.� When he found out about you, he wanted to
take you.� I had to make agreements to
prevent that.�

I agreed to give him the information you held about him in exchange for the information about Dumbledore.� I agreed to share some of Slytherin�s library..� He agreed to
protect us.� Both of us, should Dumbledore or the
ministry attempt to remove or incarcerate either of us.�

Now please... stop making a fuss and let me translate this.� If I ignore his call for more than a few
hours he will be....intolerant.� And at
present I require something from him so I do not wish to put him in that
mood.��

He turned back down to the notebook.�

::I will help::� Caed hissed.�

Tom leapt up in shock, knocking the chair over in the
process.�

::You speak parseltongue:: he hissed back, knowing
that it was stating the obvious but unable to prevent the exclamation.�

::Yes.� Copy some of the pages and I�ll translate
them with you.::� the
blonde said grumpily.�

Tom noticed that his speech wasn�t quite as fluid as his own.� He wondered how often Caed
had used the gift and how he�d discovered it.�

Against his best will, he found himself extremely affected by this
discovery.� He�d never been able to speak
to anyone except Seshastra in this way and, while the
basilisk was intelligent, it was not one for long extended conversations.�

He swallowed and moved around the table as if led on an
invisible line.�

He needed to touch the boy again.

This was one more way in which he was..perfect.��

Caed was looking at him warily, as
if he might be cursed.�

::Calm..� Not going to hurt you::
he hissed softly, coming around the table and moving close.�

He stroked his fingertips down the boys cheek and leaned down slowly, trying to
communicate with his eyes the things he was not
prepared to say aloud.�

Caed seemed to understand at least a small fraction
of the emotion he felt and tilted his face up, responding eagerly.�

He dragged him up by the shoulders to his feet and set about devouring him with
hot bruising kisses, breaking off only to hiss excitedly ::Mine!:: before
returning to passionately melting the boy�s mind.� Caed moaned and
gripped him tightly, trying to grind against him.�

The knowledge of what he needed to be working on weighed on
his mind like a cannonball on a rubber sheet.�

He wanted to take this little perfect wanton and have him again and again.� He did
not want to go and surrender himself to Grindelwald
again tonight.�

Reluctantly he slowed his kisses and prepared to withdraw but Caed tried to hold him in place.� When he pulled away the boy hissed pleadingly ::I want you:: and Tom couldn�t help setting upon
him again, groaning.�

He wanted him too.� But he needed grindelwald�s
assistance.�

He forced himself to back away a step.� ::Later..:: he
hissed, working to slow his breathing again. ::Later
my beautiful mate.� I must complete this now.� We
must complete this now::�

Caed licked his lips and swallowed
but nodded.�

They returned to their places and Tom could see the disappointment he felt
reflected on the blonde�s face.�

Later..

later.. when he had given Grindelwald whatever he wanted ..he
might not.. probably wouldn�t.. have the energy to satisfy Caed.� �

The bitterness welled up inside.�� Damn it.��

He stood again and swept around the table, grabbing Caed by the elbow and dragging him up and to the door.� They were down the corridor and into salazar�s bedchamber in the wink
of an eye and he was tossing Caed roughly down onto
the large bed.�

::Yes!!:: the boy hissed and reached for him.�

Vanishing their clothes with a wave
he climbed up and over him, pouncing and kissing him again.� He could hear happy little moans from the boy
beneath him who was already hard and moving his hips trying to rub his cock
against Tom�s own.�

He lowered himself further and allowed it.�
The burning silky skin was divine and Caed
groaned into his mouth.��

He found... he wanted..something...

possibly it was the idea of going and giving himself to Grindelwald
again � he highly doubted the wizard would allow him to leave without having
had him again �� he found..strangely.. he wanted suddenly to
feel Caed inside him.�
His mate should be the only one to know that particular honour.. �It was..apalling..to
have to submit himself to Grindelwald. ��He wanted to erase the stain of the wizard�s
touches with the balm of the soft green eyed waif.

He was certain the boy wouldn�t know what to do even if he
offered so he didn�t offer.� He cast the
scourgifying colonic and lubrication charms on himself silently and then
dragged his lips away from the boy currently making himself
drunk on them.�

Reaching behind, he gripped Caed�s
shaft and lifted it, positioning it against the place he wanted it.�

The simple act seemed to drive Caed mad.�

::FUCK!!�
YES!!� PLEASE!!! PLEASE TOM!!� I WANT YOU!!:: he
hissed urgently.�

Lowering himself slowly and pressing against the sharp pain
in his unprepared arse, he set about swallowing the boy.�

Caed only writhed and cursed in parsel � almost
incoherent with excitement and pleasure.�

Finally he�d seated himself fully.� He
breathed through the uncomfortable sensation.�

When he rose up Caed cried out in bliss ::SO GOOD.. You feel SO GOOD::� As
he started to lower himself the boy thrust up in counterpoint impatiently.� It was painful, but the reaction on the
beautiful face was worth it.� Curling
around the hot tight body below he kissed Caed avidly, again and again.�

::Beautiful:: he whispered in the
boy�s ear.

Caed�s hands came up to hold his
waist and the boy bucked up into his arse urgently.� The angle was not as pleasurable as it felt
when he was on the bottom.� Caed wasn�t brushing up against the place that felt good ...but
it wasn�t unpleasant either, he
thought.�

A strange feeling of stretching and being full.. The tingle that came when Caed was close.�

He gripped him and rolled them both and then the angle
changed and it felt wonderful.�

Caed, now in the more powerful position, seemed to
know instinctively how to move.� When he
caught the right angle and Tom gasped out in pleasure, he struggled to duplicate
it and then moved like that over and over
again..�

Tom panted and blinked to clear his vision and see the gorgeous creature
currently fucking him.� Caed wore an expression of utmost concentration and focus.� He was trying not to come, Tom realised.� He wanted to make Tom shatter before he
allowed his own release.�

And then coherent thought ceased because Caed
had reached down and gripped his cock and was stroking it slowly.�

Not in time with the quick slapping thrusts that were making tom groan and mewl.. much more slowly.��

He let go and spat into his hand, returning it to the slow tight pressure and Tom
shuddered all over at the sight.�

::You are mine!�
My mate. ..always!:: �he choked out, his mind
reeling.�

The boy fucked him harder and groaned.� ::love you.. fucking love you Tom::� and that
sent him over the edge, crying out in pleasure and tossing his head as he came
hard around the cock...came hard into the hand...losing himself for a minute or
two and barely registering Caed�s own cry of
ecstasy.�

He lay with his eyes closed and panted, Caed�s hot
weight draped over him and breathing fast against his shoulder.�

�I�ll...help you..� the boy panted
faintly and he tried to regain the presence of mind to interpret what he
meant.�

He turned his face and kissed Caed�s
neck lightly.� His waif shivered and
curled his arms around him, one insinuating itself beneath Tom�s neck to hold
him gently.� Caed
murmured, decisively �I�ll help you win.�
I�ll help you save all the horcruxes..� and...Grindelwald if you have to.�
I�ll..protect you.��

Bright incandescent triumph ignited in his heart and he
wrapped his own weak arms around the hot damp creature above him.�

::We will protect one another:: he hissed softly.�

Caed turned his face and pressed
soft gentle kisses to his jaw.��

He felt a strange warm feeling inside.� �Is this happiness?� �he wondered.� Surely it was simply satisfaction at bringing
the boy to the place he wanted him.�

He allowed them both to lie comfortably entwined for a couple of minutes more
before nudging Caed, who had been drowsing, and
reminding him of the task they had yet to complete.� Surprisingly the boy didn�t protest at all,
but unwrapped himself slowly and sat up, yawning.�

Tom scourgified them both and after countering the vanishing charm, they
returned to the other room to work on the translation.

I�m finished.

Tom looked up at the diary they�d left open on the desk.� He was almost finished his own own section.� The
much smaller set of pages he�d given Caed were mostly
laid to the side while the boy worked down the final page.� He broke off and wrote on the page.�

One moment.� I
have another few lines.�

He finished quickly and looked over at Caed.� The boy needed perhaps another five
minutes.� He could see by the scrawl
however that he would have to alter Caed�s
handwriting.� They wrote nothing
whatsoever alike and he was supposedly
the only living parseltongue.�

Ok. Transfer what you�ve written.

A small chunk of pages filled up promptly with neat translation.� He copied and transferred it to parchment
with one spell and added his own pages behind it.�

Caed finished the page he was working on a few
seconds later and looked up with a focused intense expression.�

Within a few minutes he�d summoned, altered and bound Caed�s work with the rest of the pages.� He looked at the finished manuscript
pensively and flicked through it.� It was..passable.� Hopefully
enough to secure the assistance he sought.��

�I had better go.� Caed... I wish you to remain here.� You are safer here than anywhere else in the
school when I am not here to protect you. ��

Caed�s expression shifted to mild
panic.� �I don�t want to stay in
here.� The basilisk..
I won�t be able to get out if anything happens.��

Tom frowned slightly.� �The basilisk will
not harm you if I instruct her not to.�
You speak parsel.� She ..should..obey you.��

The blonde was shaking already he realised.�
He sighed.� �You will have to pass
by her if you wish to go upstairs.��
...or you could remain here and read from the library..
perhaps sleep if you are tired.. speak
with the diary.� If I leave you in my
room it is possible that Dumbledore may see me leave and attempt to take you
again.��

He could see the thoughts ticking over in the green eyes and
relaxed, already recognising the direction they would take. �

�Ok.� I�ll stay.� But.. um..��

Tom tilted his head curiously. �um?��

Caed looked away embarrassed.� �uh.. Is there
anything to eat down here?��

Tom nodded, relieved that it was nothing important.� �Come.�
There is a cornucopia in another room.�
I will..give you the tour, as it were.�

After the echoing steps faded away into the distance Harry
sat still, trying to ignore the creeping fear.�

Well.� That was it
then.� Tom had gone.�

Horrible heavy slithering sounds that were terrifyingly
familiar began.� He looked at the open
door in panic.. would it come
and get him now?!�

But after a long time there was the sound of stone grinding and the slithering
stopped.�

The basilisk was in that room they�d passed through.� He couldn�t get out now.�

And if anything happened to Tom.. maybe
he couldn�t get out ever.�

His bones might have been the ones he landed on when he first crashed down the
cistern pipe into the tunnels when he was fourteen years old.� He would never have even realised.�

But.. that
wouldn�t happen.� He had a
cornucopia.� Tom had showed him..� There was water
and food.. and books.. If the
worst came to the worst he could live here for a long time.�

Unless the basilisk came in here after him..
would it do that?�
If it got very hungry?�

Nobody had been feeding it for decades when he came in all those years
ago.� It didn�t look any the worse for
wear.�

How often did it eat?� Perhaps it went
into some kind of hibernation..

but would it hibernate or would it try to eat him
first, if Tom never came back.��

He shuddered, remembering the huge head bearing down on him,
mouth gaping wide full of teeth like sharpened palings.�

How quickly it moved.. how
enormous it was..

He remembered the feeling of its tooth sinking into his arm even as he stabbed
it.� The venom had felt..cold.� cold and slow and
dulling.� Painful... like his blood was
becoming thick and sluggish.. like
turning to stone slowly from the inside out.�
cold sweat had poured off him.��

He got up uneasily and went to the door, peering down the avada green passage way toward the antechamber.�

Massive coils filled the entire doorway, scales glinting blackly.� The creature was silent and still.�

He stepped back again and gingerly went to close the door - stopping with his
hand an inch away from the handle and suddenly shaking.�

Don�t touch the handles.� Tom had said
not to touch anything.�

What would happen if he did?!�

He didn�t want to find out.�

If he closed the door he would have to use the handle to
open it again.� And it would be far worse
to leave the door open only a crack.� He
would be blind to what was going on in the passage and the door would afford no protection.��

Hating the fact that there was no obstacle between him and
the basilisk he reluctantly gripped the wood of the door and opened it all the
way, then retreated back into the room and shifted the furniture with his wand
until he had the desk arranged facing the door.�

He sat down behind it and looked down at the diary, forcing himself not to look
up again fearfully.�

The basilisk was not coming.�
He would hear it.� The thing
couldn�t move without loud scraping and slithering.�

Opening the diary he picked up the quill and wrote quickly.

I�m still here.� Tom left.�

There was barely a pause before it answered.

...you are in the chamber?

Yes.� In a library.

I am in the same room.�� When will he be
back?

I don�t know.� I..

He faltered.� Not sure what he wanted to
say.� �reassure
me because i�m afraid of the big snake� didn�t seem
quite right.�

I don�t want to be down here.�

Don�t be ridiculous.� You are perfectly
safe.� I would not have left you here,
were you not.

Why did you call me snake-faced?

Harry groaned out loud.� Trust him to go
back to that.�� He considered closing the
diary and looking through the library.. or maybe going and taking a nap?�

No!�� not a
nap.� He didn�t want to sleep while he
was down here.�

The thought of waking up and finding the basilisk arching over him ready to
bite...

Just a metaphor. He lied.� There was no response for a while and then

I assume that I have never mentioned to you that this diary informs me when
what you write a lie intentionally...

He froze.� Shit.� Was that true?!� He had no way of knowing either way.� He couldn�t remember if he�d lied to the
diary before.� There was that time in the
beginning but those had been obvious lies.�

You let Grindelwald mark you I think.��

There.� That would distract him, he
thought.�

WHAT?!!�

WHY?!!� WHY WOULD I..

HAVE I GONE MAD?!�
GRINDELWALD?!!�

You were summoned, I think.� Or HE was
summoned..� he made this weird flinch and clutched at his chest.� I didn�t see any marks anywhere though.�

What have I done?!�

I don�t know.� You were very snippy about
it.�

Even if you don�t actually change time.. I can�t
imagine how fucked the world is going to be if you manage to save all your horcruxes AND Grindelwald
too.� There�ll be a world war or
something!

Grindelwald is a threat.�

As much as I may respect the wizard.� I could not possibly wish to perpetuate his existence indefinitely � he would
constitute one more extremely powerful enemy over time..

and this..
Now he is supposedly my master
also?!�

I..He.. must be intending to twist this to my advantage
somehow.� He could not truly intend to let Grindelwald
live if the wizard marked him.

..Us.

The situation must have been far more volatile than he wished to admit.�

In the absence of mortal peril, I doubt I would voluntarily accept a binding.

The basilisk.. does it ever
come into the back rooms here?

...

You are afraid..

There was something like a sardonic inflection in the words, impossible as that
was.�

He scowled and wanted to snap back that he wasn�t.� But he was.. if he wrote that and the diary really could detect lies..

Does it?

No.� The basilisk has never moved beyond
the antechamber.�

...It made me uneasy at first also.

Now I miss it.� It would be pleasant to
hear another voice.

�I�ve decided that I�m going to help
you.�� I�ll help find a way to save
you.� I..� I�m sorry.�

Its

You almost killed my best friend�s� - well
at least he was my best friend at the
time.� You almost killed his sister.� She was just a kid.�

You set a bloody twenty foot snake on me.��
You almost killed ME.

I didn�t know you.

If I hadn�t destroyed
the diary you�d have killed me..and probably everyone
else too.��

If

He swallowed, biting his lip.� He was afraid to ask the question.� He knew...just knew... that he was going to try to save the bloody Tom Riddle in
the diary no matter what the answer was.�
It didn�t matter how much he might want to pretend that wasn�t the
case.�� It was.�

He�d made his choice when he�d taken the mark and sworn to stand by the
psychopathic git.

He didn�t think he could kill him again..

If I save you.. If i find a way � will you...
that is..� you won�t try to kill anyone in the future, will you?��

I won�t know you then.. I�ll only be twelve.�

You won�t hurt anyone,
will you?� Please?

The page remained blank for a long time.�
He decided that was probably a good sign.� Tom was thinking about it.� It suggested that whatever he might answer
would possibly be the truth.

I cannot say.� It depends upon circumstances.� I cannot promise that.

Harry�s heart sank.� Had he really
expected anything else?�

No.

No it had come as no surprise at all.� He
should probably just be grateful that Tom hadn�t lied.

I guess there�s nothing more to say about it then.

I�ll still try to help you.�

I..

I think i�ll go and sleep for a while.�

Caedmon...

He closed the diary slowly and pushed it a little way away on the desk,
sighing.�

If the diary horcrux hadn�t been destroyed in his second
year..�� But
that was ridiculous!� He�d seen it die.� He�d watched
it disintegrate, screaming and cursing him.�
There was no way in hell that that had been faked.� It wasn�t possible.� He had destroyed
it.

He dropped his head down onto his arms and tried to ignore
the horrible diffuse sense of worry.�

He hadn�t felt this bad in a while now.�
Things had seemed actually better
now Voldemort wasn�t actually trying to kill him anymore. �

Now that he wasn�t a terrifying white monster but a diabolically gorgeous
seventh year student..

But now he felt that impending doom feeling again.�

What was Tom doing now?�
Was he ok?� Voldemort may have
been an evil sadistic monster � but Grindelwald
wasn�t supposed to have been much better.�
And Tom, whatever his future, was still only a seventeen year old wizard
here with a handful of sycophantic hangers-on.�

...He hadn�t wanted Harry to know about what had happened
with the Dark Wizard.�

That was..really probably quite
bad.�

Harry made a mental note to try his hardest to weasel the facts out of Tom when
he came back.

Because he was coming back.

Obviously, he was coming back.� There was no reason to worry.� Tom was amazingly powerful.� He�d be fine!

He�d seemed a bit worried though..when he left.

It would be fine.

He should probably worry more about with the possibly not
destroyed diary horcrux in his past than about Tom�s current well being.�

that is �the diary horcrux in his future past.� Or past future.

If he had succeeded... just assuming for a moment that he had somehow survived.. what
had it been doing since then?!�

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